African Teen.I love writing.Foodie for words. Poetry is the air I breath and my rays of sun.
Push your tongue in mestroke and toy Make me clench Cause my toes to curl Your finger tips Gently strokes as brushesWriting passion on my skin Marking me as yours Painting fire Sketching desire Guide my hand A brush to paint my words on my skinPush me to write Filling my gasps Go lower my overly silk folds Slide wet with each stroke Till the done dance of foreplay Birthday suits on display First put your tip seeking entrance Forming a bridge between us Connecting us sweetlyThen the intrusion Causing fusion Completely sliding and riding through those wall bumpsIn oneness Compressed enlargement Shattering like glasses No words needed As one we beaded©dee_lines______________________________________________@writersnetwork @mirakee @writersbay @odysseus #writersnetwork #mirakee
After the dance of foreplay; the art of oneness.
Push your tongue in mestroke and toy Make me clench Cause my toes to curl©dee_linesPlease read caption for the full piece
I crave to float without the smoke I cannot I long to drown without the ocean I cannotI want to burn without the fire I cannot I desire to freeze without the cold I cannot©dee_lines
Lovers to strangers
Let’s say forever Knowing its in the moment fever Our love would wash with the river Our unwavering loyalty would quiver Pillow talks of sweating passion coverDisguised hearted confessions of ’never’Promise to stay with meKnowing you will leave meStay in my heart like a flashlight Though you will pass in a flashLet every sheet entangle in heatThen be thrown away with the windLet our bodies glide in perfect union Afterwards slide in crumbled commotionSwear to love me invariably Knowing we would shatter diversely Hold my hands to walk down the beach As much time fate would allow us breach Our minds will rub freely and empeach Give me long lasting kisses Knowing they will turn to ash Hold me tight tonightLet’s believe we are right By the morning I will be gone Let’s be lovers tonight and strangers by morn©dee_lines
Nothing connects two souls than having read the same book.©dee_lines
Word Prompt: Write a 10 word one-liner on Comfort
In my skin, in and out I find my comfort.
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That night I cried,The hearth in my soul that blazed for you quenched.©dee_lines
My veins pulsated in pain Yet you put me through it again and againEvery emotional roller coaster was in vain But that night I cried a rain,Every feeling drenched The hearth in my heart that blazed for you quenched.©dee_lines
Being able to love and unlove is an underated blessing©dee_lines
Beauty in Memories
Memories are things, events and persons that are remembered. Moments have to pass as history to become memories. Beautiful moments have to pass to become beautiful memories. Moments last seconds, but memories last forever.Nothing is too beautiful to become a memory, ‘cause your memories deserve beautiful happenings just as you. Your memories are you, what makes you. So let go when you’ve to. It might seem too beautiful to let go, but you aren’t exactly letting go, you’re just making beautiful memories. Moments you remember and laugh or cry bitter sweetly. If you don’t want to let go, letting the present become a past, how would you’ve memories? It becomes impossible. Let go. Let that love go, let that person go, let the moments become memories. Bask in it. Make more beautiful moments knowing they’ll pass to become memories. You deserve those beautiful memories. Memories of the laughter, the arguments. Memories of tangling tongues, brushing lips. Memories of power thrusts and low groans. Memories of resting on those strong shoulders or holding those delicate hands. Let them become memories. You deserve beautiful ones. Let go. The beauty in your memories is from making new moments.©dee_lines
Word Prompt: Write a 8 word micro-tale on Landscape
Let's landscape every soil with pieces poetry
Tag and share with #picturecLast picture prompt for 2020.
Word of the day: Desire Tag and share with #desirec
--Head to Creative Arena to participate in this writing contest and win a trophy!-- #writingcontest #creativearena
Write a poem from the perspective of a tree.
Weekend's here, so let's make time for more writing.
Which is the oldest tree in your neighborhood?
How does it remember the younger days?
How many untold events has it witnessed?
Base the poem around what the tree has seen throughout its lifespan.
Redirecting some angst (more to follow hopefully).#angstyrant1#pauseitive #decryption #realisticreleases #angstyrants#writersofmirakee #mirakee #mirakeeRoar #pod #readwriteunite #wordporn #writersnetwork #writerscommunity #mirakeeapp #writers_paradise #writers_together #mirakeepost #mirakeefamily #mirakinity_mibe #writersunited #writersbureau
Positivity doesn't come naturally to usWhen life hums the chant of demise in our earsIts a mask we wear when the going gets roughFor all those times we can't quarantine our fears.But the ego virus is too tiny to crushCannot be sanitized by our tearsAlways preparing for a surprise ambushStabbing our hearts with its toxic spear.The display of weakness is a hush hushBare your teeth and smile my dearThen break into a guffaw till you huff and puffTill sanity takes offence and no longer hears.How our hopes weave a blind man's buffInching over the eyes that hide pleas and prayersTill we can no longer call the bluffAnd silently surrender to this sadistic puppeteer. The neck of happiness is too thick in the scruffWhen the fingers of feelings touch, it disappearsSee how silicone illusions pump up their bustsTo the slicing blades of this smiling surgeon.Its a world where rabid emotions are hancuffedAnd watch as emoticons take over the pierA new found face for each trough and crestAs the self is inhumanely outmaneuvered.It's true pessimism is a painter with a prickly brushBut it draws a portrait more realAn optimal touch of optimism for the blushAnd there it is, your true picture on the pedestal.©absynth
One of first one liners
I lost myself among those millions of unknown faces.©_anaan__
A Joyous Burial @writersnetwork @mirakee @writersofmirakee @readwriteunite #pod #readwriteunite #writersnetwork #soldiers #war #burial
Come, let's bury them,heart and soulbody and whole,Come, let's celebrate their death seeking glory in pain,Let's rejoice in the carnage that we leave behind,and let the anger age to love and innocence blind.Let us dance in the flames that burnt their wills,and hold pride in their names as false hope instills.Come let's dig the graves as we weep and bend,and then fall back to our waysas we play pretend.-R.P©thedriftingpoet
I swallowed the abundance of brightnessto watch colours rest in peacethe other half of it was medrenched in a canvas,a rich painting.©coral
Word of the day: CaelumThey knew that to close their eyes on the scenes of life, was to open them in caelum.Tag and share with #caelumc
Choose two lines from your favourite song and 1- Write a song of your own using those lines OR 2-Write a prose/quote/poem using those lines. Tag and share with #songc
#Mondaymantras #pod #ceesreposts #Music #daadigotyourback #lame #random #oneliner @mirakee @writersnetwork it's the rain which quenches my heart's thirst!
Music is the termite which eats my pain!-finsiya